Becoming His Pet

by Stone, Measha

  Greg reached over and grabbed her hand again. More gentleness. She didn’t shake him off, but she wanted to. She wanted to yell at him to go back to being the asshole she knew from the cabin. The unrelenting strong force she had come to depend on.

  “I have found her resting place and would like to take care of giving her a proper service. I will make all the arrangements. I assume you’d like her placed beside your father?”

  Tears burned Nora’s eyes. She’d never known her mother. Had already thought her dead until a few days ago. Why should it hurt so much now?

  “Yes.” She wiped her hand across her eyes, wiping away the unshed tears. “That would be nice.”

  “I know that no amount of money could ever replace your father and mother or fix what you’ve gone through over the past week, but I’m making arrangements to be certain you are well cared for.”

  “She’s going to be cared for, I won’t let anything happen to her,” Greg spoke up.

  Victor looked over at him, his gaze narrowing before his lips cracked into a smile. “I have no doubt about that. Nikko told me about you. Stubborn to a fault and a damn good leader. Born to it, he said. But I’m talking about money.”

  “I don’t want your money,” Nora said in a hard tone. She wanted her father back. She wanted her damn mother. Just one memory, she wanted one memory of her mother. “It won’t fix anything. How much horror my mother lived with can’t be taken back with money.”

  Victor nodded sadly. “Your mother will be avenged, Elenora. I’m seeing to that personally.”

  “Avenged doesn’t bring her back,” Nora said.

  “No, it doesn’t.”

  Silence stretched across the table.

  “All I can do is help you for the future. And with or without your permission, that’s happening.” Victor turned to Greg. “I’ve opened an account in her name. It will be replenished on a monthly basis. She never went to college; if she would like to attend, I just need to know what school and it will be taken care of.”

  “Why would you do all that?” Nora asked, astounded by the generosity of Victor’s guilt.

  “Because I have a daughter. And your father was a good man.” Victor patted her hand. “Before Antonio was killed, he told me you enjoyed working with flowers. The business was just a little front, but you knew that. He said you were constantly making it better, wanting to bring in new business, make better arrangements.”

  “If you’re going to do something, do it right.” Nora quoted her father.

  “The flower shop is yours if you want it,” Victor announced.

  “No,” Greg said flatly.

  Nora shot him a look. Now he decides to bring in that dark voice of his. “Well, wait—”

  “No. I’m sorry, Mr. Santinelli, that’s a very generous offer, but she won’t be working for your family in any capacity.” Greg’s tone might as well have been a size fifteen boot stomping on the ground.

  Victor looked him over with a steely gaze, then nodded in agreement. “I can understand that.”

  “Again. Maybe I should be the one to decide—”

  “Then you’ll help her set up shop somewhere else. I won’t let you tell me no on this. It will be a gift to you both.” His suggestive tone didn’t get past Nora but before she could comment on it, Greg had already agreed.

  “I’m not sure I can take—”

  “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Don’t take my generosity as a weakness. You’ll be sorely disappointed to find out how wrong you are.” Victor’s eyes darkened. This was a man who would not accept no for an answer, and Nora doubted he ever had.

  “Of course, Mr. Santinelli. We’ll be glad to accept your gift.”

  Victor’s stern expression morphed into a soft smile. “Good to hear it. I will have someone reach out when the plans for the memorial are finalized. It will take a few days.”

  “We don’t need a full service,” Nora said. “I-I don’t have any other family. Just me.”

  “And me,” Greg said. “Something small.”

  Victor nodded. “Yes. That will be good, I think.”

  “I have one more question. Dr. Smith. What happened with her?” Nora asked.

  “Dr. Smith?” Victor’s brow wrinkled.

  “Her name is Anna Jenson. Bernie kidnapped her when she was in her early twenties. She’s been working with him for over fifteen years,” Greg explained. “We didn’t hand her over to you.”

  Victor thought for a long moment. “Where is she now?”

  “Her family has taken her back home. She’s no danger to you,” Greg said with finality.

  “How can you guarantee that?” Victor asked with a stern voice.

  “For fifteen years she lived with the threat of something happening to her family if she did anything other than what Bernie told her to do. She never had a moment of peace,” Greg went on. “She never knew who Bernie worked for and has no connections to the Santinelli family. She has a lot of healing to do.”

  Nora remembered Dr. Smith. Recalled the soft way she dealt with her, how she made a horrible situation almost bearable. Nora had told Greg what happened with her and asked him to make sure Dr. Smith found a safe place to go. And it seemed he had done just that.

  “I will let her go, then.” Victor nodded.

  “If there’s nothing else?” Greg placed his hands on the table, getting ready to get up.

  “If you should need something, you can find me through Nikko,” Victor answered. “And if I need something. I’ll find you.”

  As threats went, it wasn’t toe-curling, but Nora wouldn’t be hoping to see Victor Santinelli or any member of his family again anytime in the near lifetime.

  Greg held Nora’s hand to the car and opened her door. Finally, the air came easier to breathe and the tension eased out of her body. They’d managed to get through that without getting shot.

  Once they pulled away from the restaurant, Nora looked out the back window.

  “No one’s following us. It’s over, trouble,” he said.

  “You’re back to calling me trouble,” she said, turning back around in her seat.

  “I have a feeling you’re going be back to causing me a lot of it soon.” He nodded.

  “I’m sorry this all happened,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry your brother had to send his family into hiding, I’m sorry I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.”

  Greg didn’t speak, just pulled the car into an empty lot and parked.

  “You’ve had a shit time of it lately,” he said, turning in his seat and capturing her face with his hands. “You may be trouble sometimes, you may be irritatingly stubborn, and need a little firmer hand than others, but you are worth every bit of it.”

  She swallowed. Feeling his touch on her skin soothed some of her frayed edges. But she knew what was coming for her, what was next. She had to part ways with him.

  “But you can’t keep doing it,” she whispered, filling in his sentence.

  “Doing what?”

  She gazed into his eyes, knowing it was one of the last times she’d be doing so.

  “You can’t keep protecting me. You can’t keep me. I know that.”

  His brow wrinkled, and his eyes darkened.

  “It’s why you’ve been so gentle the past few days. You know it’s time for us to... for me to go—” One hand clamped over her mouth and her nose, cutting off not only her words but her air.

  “You can’t possibly be that dense.” He shook his head, loosening his grip to give her some air. “Do you think I would have taken you to see Victor Santinelli if I wasn’t in this for the long haul?”

  She didn’t know how to answer that. He’d been so kind the past few days, he would have.

  He increased the pressure around her mouth. “Of course I wouldn’t. I’ve been gentle with you because you just went through something fucking horrible. I was giving you time.”

  She brought her hands up and pulled on his wrist, getting some air when he pulled his f
ingers back.

  “So, what happens now?” she mumbled behind his palm.

  “Now, we go home, and I tan that pretty ass of yours for assuming things again without talking about it. Then we deal with what we found out today.”

  She blinked, letting the tears fall and get caught by his hand. He moved it, wiping his thumb across her cheekbone.

  “Your brother will never forgive me. He had to send his wife and daughter into hiding. How can you even think—” He cut off her air again.

  “I can see it’s going to be a very long tanning.” He pressed his lips together. “One day, after you can sit properly again, you can ask Aubree about how she and Blake got together and then you can see that Blake has nothing to forgive you for. He’s sort of used to chaos.” He pulled his hand off but pressed one finger to her lips. “But for now, no talking. And if you try, I’ll add ten strokes for every word you utter.”

  She swallowed back the smartass comment. He meant it, he meant everything he said. And there would be no second chances given.

  Once she nodded her understanding, he sat back in his seat and pulled the car into traffic.

  “I know you don’t understand it, but I also know you love it as much as I do. And that’s why I know we’ll be okay. We’ll get through this and be good.”

  “What?” she asked then slapped her hand over her mouth.

  He flashed a grin. “An extra ten.” Reaching over the console, he squeezed her thigh. “I know that you love every second of it.”

  She didn’t fall for his vague statement, she wouldn’t ask again. But she tilted her head in questioning.

  “You love every second of becoming my pet.”

  She didn’t bother trying to deny it. Even if she could use words. Out of all the badness, it had been the one good thing that came out of all of it.

  He was right.

  She had loved every bit of becoming his pet.

  Epilogue

  “There’s a good girl.” Greg swiped the hair away from Nora’s face, making sure to catch the little strands stuck in the dried saliva on her chin. Pulling her long mane back behind her, he secured it with a brown band. “Next time, you’ll braid this before we get you dressed.” He patted her round, upturned bottom.

  Her right foot scraped the ground of the shed, signaling she understood.

  “I think hoof boots are the next thing we purchase when we’re in town.” He pushed on her back, between her shoulder blades until she moved down to her knees and dropped to all fours.

  He tugged on the bridle around her head, making sure it wasn’t pinching her anywhere before he snapped on the reins. She’d done so good for him, prancing around their back yard.

  After getting the mess of the Santinelli family off their backs, they’d spent several months piecing their life together, making their separate lives one.

  They’d gone slow, learning everything about each other. She told him about her father, and how she grew up always knowing something was wrong, but never really knowing what it was. And he told her leaving the military hadn’t been as easy for him as he’d let on. He missed the brotherhood. He missed the feeling of responsibility.

  The phone call she’d overheard, the one that set her off thinking she couldn’t trust him and made her choose Bernie, had been his commander checking in. He’d wanted to set up a time for them to meet, to talk about his re-enlistment.

  But he had Nora now, and there would be no more battlefields for him. No more wondering if he had what it took to be the leader, to protect those around him. With Nora he already had those answers.

  He watched his girl wiggle her ass, making that full ponytail swish behind her. She enjoyed the movement in her tight asshole when she wiggled like that. But he had told her to stay still.

  “Stop wiggling, pet.” He left her momentarily to snag the crop from the wall. “You did good on your trot, don’t ruin it now.” He snapped the crop across her ass.

  She groaned and put her head down, raising her ass higher. She wanted more of that. Such a good fucking pony.

  He squatted down beside her, reaching beneath her and flicking the little bells he had clipped to her nipples. She whined and threw her head back again. Drool slipped from her mouth and puddled into the dirt below her.

  “I do love that sound.” He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “I’m going to ride you until you scream, pet. Would you like that?” He trailed the tip of the riding crop down her back and smacked her ass again with it.

  She picked up her right knee and tapped the ground with it. “Such a perfect pet.” He gave her another kiss then moved around to her ass.

  He flipped up her tail, giving it a little tug for her benefit and pulled his cock out of his jeans.

  She wiggled in anticipation, and he wouldn’t make her wait. He’d already played with her longer than he’d planned, and she deserved a good fucking.

  Picking up the reins, he wound the right in one fist and plowed into her. She moaned while he fucked her.

  “Greg,” she cried. Even with the wooden bit between her teeth he could make out his name and hear the urgency in her.

  The bells rang out as he plowed into her again and again.

  He reached below her, finding her swollen clit. He’d ignored it all afternoon, knowing how needy his girl would be when the time came for her to take her fucking.

  With one touch, she threw her head back, bucked back at him, and began to meet every thrust with her own force. Damn, he loved this woman.

  “Don’t go over the edge yet, pet.” He slipped out of her, grinning at the pained groan she gifted him. He quickly grabbed the oil he’d set out and made his way back to her upturned ass. “I think it’s time I take this last bit of you.”

  She flicked her head back to look at him, but he moved behind her, not letting her get a good glance.

  Greg tugged on the tail, pulling it out of her ass and watched the ring of muscle to be sure it didn’t immediately contract shut. Perfect. She was ready.

  “Greg.” She wanted this; he could hear it in her voice.

  He tossed the plug toward the toy cabinet but didn’t bother to check if he’d made the shot. He had other concerns at the moment. Like getting his cock back inside her.

  “Take a deep breath in and push back at me, pet. Just like when we put your tail in, okay?” He squirted a good amount of lubricant on his cock, stroking it to be sure he was ready. Fuck, was he ready.

  She tapped her foot and gave a nod at the same time, making him smile. She wasn’t just acknowledging that she understood him, the saucy pony was demanding he get on with it.

  Lining up behind her, he gathered up her reins again. Slowly, he pushed forward, watching as inch by inch, her asshole took in his cock. He let out a long-shuttered breath. She was so tight, so hot. He shouldn’t have waited so long to do this, to take her ass. She’d been ready for it for weeks, but he’d put it off. No more. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

  “Feel that, pet? Feel my cock deep in your ass, stretching you?” He gave a short thrust and she whined, a second thrust that pushed him in deeper and she groaned loud. He smiled at the back of her head. “Push back at me, take my cock all the way in,” he demanded, snapping the reins.

  She grunted but obeyed, pushing her ass back at him until she completely had him inside. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a calming breath. If he didn’t slow down he’d come before he really got a good ride out of her.

  Pulling out to the tip of his cock, he paused. “Settle down.” He smacked her ass when she began to wiggle, trying to get him to go faster for her. Once she was quiet again, eager and waiting patiently, he drove into her hard.

  “Fuck.” His breath became harder to grasp. “I can’t go slow, pet. Not with you,” he warned her, pulling back again.

  She nodded and wiggled her ass at him, a telling sign. Soft and gentle didn’t work for them. It wasn’t what they were made for.

  Grabbing the reins, he thrust forward into her
ass. Feeling the tight ring clench him and hold him while he fucked her hard. She had moaned and cried out during sex with the plugs in, but she acted like a wild thing now, bucking up against him, shoving her ass back at him to meet his thrusts.

  “So tight. Fuck, so tight.” He reached around to her clit, rubbing it gently at first, then pinching it until she screamed with need.

  “That’s it. Come for me, pet. Come hard,” he ordered, gritting his teeth. He wouldn’t last much longer if she didn’t come for him. Seeing her prance for him, seeing her obey and take the treats he’d given her with wide eyes full of trust and love, he considered it a miracle he hadn’t come in his pants. But now, watching his cock fuck her ass, and hearing the moans of pleasure escape her, he wouldn’t make it another stroke if she didn’t come for him.

  “Greg. Fuck!” she yelled, still garbled, but he knew what she said. He could always understand her.

  Her ass clenched around his cock and she cried out, a long, loud scream full of pleasure and relief, drawing his own orgasm from him. He grunted and plowed into her again and again, until his own release climaxed and left him sated.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, slipping from her. Drops of his cum dripped from her ass, sliding over her pussy lips and onto the dirt below. His seed. When it came time to get her pregnant he’d have to find a way to keep it all inside her, but right now, it was just them. And perfectly so.

  He yanked up his jeans and went about undoing all of her gear. She was always tired after an afternoon of play, and they’d been at it for a while. She winced when he removed the nipple clamps and worked her jaw open and closed once the bridle was removed.

  “You did so good.” He kissed her brow and took her into his lap to cradle her.

  “That was... amazing,” she whispered into his chest, clinging to him with her fingers. “Why’d we wait so long to do that?”

  He chuckled and held her tighter. She’d been so damn perfect for him; he couldn’t have asked for anything more from her.

  “Are you really going to buy me hoof boots?” she asked after a short stretch of silence.